nreo111

It's a Saturday morning, and my head is killing me, though that is not too out of the normal. I may be 24, but I still like to party like I did in my first year of uni, but not as frequently, more like once every week or two instead of 3 or 4 times a week. I was just barely awake, eyes still very shut I heard a mumble of a voice, though I couldn’t figure out anything about it even if it was only a single voice. Whilst I was very slowly waking up I was trying to figure out what had happened last night, I must have blacked out since I don’t remember going to bed or even leaving that club. The Drinking games after work of a bad idea, it was an even worse idea to go shot for shot with Frank and Rachel, and the cheap cruisers at the club were the death nail. I may have a good tolerance but there’s only a certain 5’8 lass like me who can drink before it fucks me up big time. All I could think was “Fuck, what did I do last night?” The last thing I was talking or dancing with someone